The Crisis of Icarus' Daughter
It is so hard to want
But by wanting I am just pretending
Thus I keep weaving
Trying to (not) finish the shroud
Lacing takes time
Patience without setbacks
I have holes in mine
Beautiful moths between the lines
Wean the addiction
Dare to say no
Lavandula is happy
If you don't let it be crushed
Luxury is to own yourself
And not to falter
All I want is a peasant
That in disguise allows me to dare
What a luxury it is to own yourself. We have been blessed by being racional. What a privilege it is to be in control of our lives, of our actions. The fragility of the human mind sometimes blocks the use of this ability, we are imprisoned by mere satisfaction, by comfort, by the dangerous routine. The routine blinds us. Yes we can change, yes we can dare. Let us dare to be.
With one foot behind, we deceive our intentions. The worse vice than the usual ones is to remain in another person’s truth. Truths. A concept that is said it depends on the perspective. And how tempting is your perspective. It would be ideal. It would be the tale.
Thankfully we don't ‘weave’ to avoid it. Gratefully there is nothing to be stepped. Fortunately, and followed, I believe, by wisdom, we enjoy the gift we have been entrusted with and just let ourselves be.
The exhibition "The Crisis of Icarus' Daughter" aims to show exactly that. Two sides, two perspectives. The duality of uncertainty. In iron structures - the modern loom - we suspend the lucid and spin the fearful.
Three works, six faces.
Ana Malta
May 2022